Goggles.     ///     yi-dashi.

               ————— if  losing  myself  to  the  darkness  would  guarantee  her  heart  purity  again,     then  so  be  it.     it's  only  fair  i  go  out  in  style   !     all  i  ask  is  that  you'll  promise  me     ...

                                       * ONE  LAST  SMILE.

indie    &    private   rakan   from   riot   games's   league   of   legends     ///     loved by ric.

              ❛     that's     ...     not how you wear a mask,     buddy.     ❜     could it even be called a mask if it only partly covered one side of the face   ?     not really.     he doesn't think so,     at least.     ❛     think there's better ones out there you could try on,     just a thought   !     ❜       ///       @destructivour​

Dont mind her , standing on the tips of her toes ! JUST to try and be taller than him though its all fun & games ! Swaying her nine tails as if they were a cloak of feathers she appeared to be impersonating him ever so slightly .

              kumiho's solid attempt at matching vastaya's height could be considered adorable,     endearing,     &    to an extent,     enchanting    &    charming.     was that not her goal,     though   ?     to charm him    &    lull him into faux security,     his down fall were his guard to be let down so easily.     is this her true intent   ?     possibly so.     does he consider such a dire possibility   ?     no.     joy's grin curves at rakan's lips,     features brighten up    &    an amused chuckle escapes him.     he's impressed at her attempt to impersonate him.     it could use some work,     though there's a certain flattery that comes with impersonation.

              ❛     fox tails for wings,     huh   ?     ❜     hum indicates that he's pondering over it,     as if it were a viable idea,     albeit surely     ...     ❛     nope,     think my feathers still take the cake   !     they shine    &    glimmer in the sunlight,     y'know   ?     ❜       ///       @vuikusen

thorani.     ///     dhavaran.

❛  my, are you alright? that wound looked quite nasty  —  what could’ve done such a thing to you?  ❜  locks of long navy blue hair were gentle against the other’s shoulder, the water it contained glowed in between strands as it began to seal the gash. making sure that her magic was working as intended, thorani made sure to speak to the other to ease any other stress from it all.  ❛  this must seem very odd to witness, so i apologize for the obscurity. my name is thorani, you’re safe, i promise.  ❜  —  @feyquil· + from thorani!

              previous acute pain at his shoulder,     atrocious wound committed by none other than hands of fearful humans,     was now being mended to by friendly's strangers dark locks.     peculiar is the sight,     if honesty were granted in the moment.     brow quirked at fact before him    :    liquid     (   no,     that's definitely water,     he's sure of it   )     contained in hair possessed some sort of healing properties.     its efficacy more impressive than originally expected     ——     gash began to seal,     initial pain    &    stress diminishing as time coursed through its desired path,     albeit he owes it more to her soothing voice    &    amiable demeanor for keeping him calm.     rakan got lucky.     very lucky.

              ❛     thanks for your help,     uh  -     ❜     voice trails off,     lips teetering between a smile    &    a frown.     it's conflicting.     there's uncertainty in how to process this,     how to react to it.     oh,     whatever     —     no time to think or worry about that.     following his gut has always worked.      ❛     name's rakan   !     don't worry,      i'm feeling safe already.     whatever you're doing,     thorani,     it's working   !    ❜     at least,     he hopes it is.

kayn.     ///     inumbrate.

        a voice in the depths of his mind tries to interject, telling him he doesn’t deserve rakan’s kindness or encouragement. the dark whisper strikes a quiet fear that he might hurt the feathered friend he’d made, but he suppresses it — pushes it away, fights it tooth and nail for a swift beat. somehow, the vastayan’s optimism and rallying makes it easier ; kayn isn’t certain why that is, but it feels good… and more-so? he enjoys how it makes him feel. he enjoys feeling like the end of that tunnel or forest or road isn’t awash with blood… that it doesn’t have to end with him not knowing who is in control — him or rhaast. there is consolation in the idea that he could be the one standing tall, that he could win back his own flesh and mind. whether he deserves it or not, he wants to be selfish, for once, in his life. his good eye flicks to his companion’s hand and he lets out a quiet sigh, licking at his bottom lip as he reaches out and clasps the profference of aid firmly ; giving his own sign that he aims to accept the other’s help in this mess.    ❛ — not sure how i lucked out, y’know, in making a friend like you — but… thank you. ❜    a flash of a smile and a sincerity in his voice, in his features.

              ❛     you don't have to thank me.     ❜     it's not a rejection of his gratitude,     not necessarily.     the actions of a friend are different from that of a stranger,     the amiability of his words stem from the mere fact they're friends.     it's that alone that allows him to become a shoulder to cry on     ———     ahah,     perhaps not entirely,     he supposes.     there's a difference in doing it solely because he's a friend    &    doing it because he wants to.     to rakan,     he does it for both reasons    :    a base desire that grows at his heart to fend off any intrusive thoughts that permeate through kayn's mind,     reminding him that,     in fact,     things will turn out okay.     probably not now.     probably not tomorrow.     it's when they get to the end of the road they're on.     perhaps beyond the horizon   ?     who knows.     there's too many factors to consider,     deliberating over each one wouldn't exactly be of use.     he knows how he feels,     that's all he needs.

              ❛     what're friends for,     am i right   ?     ❜     lips curve into yet another grin,     typical of his visage to be adorned with one,     though.     natural smiles were more his thing.     no shame in wanting to appear more bright,     was there   ?     it made him stand out a little more.     good.     more of an excuse to garner any audience's attention.     ❛     if you really wanna say thanks,     though     ...     maybe some chocolate wouldn't hurt.     ❜     silence,     for a few moments before a slight chuckle escapes him again.     ❛     just kidding,     i swear   !     ❜

i hate @feyquil​ so fucking much -

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these

💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship

unprompted.     /     always accepting   !!

@friendsinthefrost​ said :   Twink. - Jayce

bitch.

OBSESSED WITH THIS I NEED TO IMMORTALIZE IT LDFHKJDFLKJFG